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Mr Muscle Bill Bourke and the Aussie Blue Oval By Damian Kringas
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From 1964 to 1972 American Bill Bourke ran Ford Australia. In 1967 he created the XR GT Falcon. This is the story of Bill Bourke's time in Australia and the legendary car he built.
Mr Muscle Bill Bourke and the Aussie Blue Oval By Damian Kringas
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From 1964 to 1972 American Bill Bourke ran Ford Australia. In 1967 he created the XR GT Falcon. This is the story of Bill Bourke's time in Australia and the legendary car he built.
The Butterfly House By Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
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Alice Mendon was a young woman, not a young girl (she had left young girlhood behind several years since) and she was distinctly beautiful after a fashion that is not easily affected by the passing... More > years. She had had rather an eventful life, but not an event, pleasant or otherwise, had left its mark upon the smooth oval of her face. There was not a side nor retrospective glance to disturb the serenity of her large blue eyes.< Less
Dying for a Drink By Claire Marie de la Grange
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Ambrosia was pale as Lucianus, as pale I was now, but her milk glass skin shined like it had a coating of white phosphorous. A black tatted veil bordered her oval face and followed her glossy... More > jet-black hair down to just below her knees. Her eyes were catlike, vivid green, like a Russian Blue named Pixy I once owned. That was freaky. I just had an urge to cover Ambrosia’s strawberry lips with whip cream and lick it off. I hated whip cream. I liked strawberries dipped in chocolate ice cream.< Less
Dying for a Drink By Claire Marie de la Grange
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Ambrosia was pale as Lucianus, as pale I was now, but her milk glass skin shined like it had a coating of white phosphorous. A black tatted veil bordered her oval face and followed her glossy... More > jet-black hair down to just below her knees. Her eyes were catlike, vivid green, like a Russian Blue named Pixy I once owned. That was freaky. I just had an urge to cover Ambrosia’s strawberry lips with whip cream and lick it off. I hated whip cream. I liked strawberries dipped in chocolate ice cream.< Less